After Giving Way To My Husband’s Sweetheart

The bright moon is bright and the Milky Way is brilliant. The breeze at night has blown away the sultry heat remaining during the day. The refreshing feeling is refreshing and frees people from the heat of the day. At this moment, it is the best time to calm down and do things.

 In front of an embroidery frame half a man tall, Love was concentrating on embroidery.

Lantian Yunuan stood aside and stared at her master's needlework without blinking, memorizing it in her mind and imitating it subconsciously with her hands.

Although Lantian Yunuan's embroidery skills are also top-notch, Luo Fu learned Su embroidery from her mother when she was still in the boudoir.

This embroidery method is unique and can only be mastered by embroiderers from the south of the Yangtze River. There are very few people in Beijing who can master Su embroidery skillfully.

Now that it is chaotic in the south, it is time for the Su Embroidery to be transported to Beijing. It is the time when the thing is scarce is expensive.

Ever since the master and servant decided to sell embroidery to save money, Love has been teaching Lantian Yunuan Su embroidery skills. However, this thing cannot be learned overnight. Although the two of them work hard, they can only embroider now. Some simple tricks are still vastly different from Love's craftsmanship.

 It’s Sima Chao again.

 But now, it’s different.

Love was busy attentively when she vaguely heard some noises in front of the window. She stopped and listened. At first, she thought she heard it wrong. When the sound of tapping on the window lattice came to her ears again, Love was sure that someone was standing outside. .

 “Afu, I like the way you smile at me.”

When he raised the window, his hand touched Love's hand that was about to close the window. Love quickly retracted her hand and said impatiently: "It's getting late. If you have something to say, please tell me quickly."

Love replied calmly: "I can make a living on my own, so I don't need that kind of money."

 The two little girls said goodbye to Love and went back to their own rooms. They picked up the embroidery needles and started thinking about it seriously.

"Afu!" Sima Chao frowned, called her seriously, and then said helplessly: "Afu, we used to be so good, do you know? Ever since I first saw you, you have been deeply in love with me. It’s imprinted in my heart, I only like you, you used to like me too, don’t try to deny it, I know you like me, at that time, every time you saw me, you would always smile at me.”

 Ever since she experienced the misery in her previous life, her feelings for him have changed.

After Eminem left, Love did not go to bed. She adjusted the wick and continued to embroider with concentration.

Sima Chao looked at her and asked with a dull face: "Why don't you accept my money?"

As she spoke, she sniffed: "This incense probably contains jasmine petals and mint. It smells good to me."

Love rolled her eyes at Sima Chao and became even more impatient: "If you are fine, just leave!"

Love put down her needlework, stood up and walked to the window. She raised her hand and pushed open the window. Sima Chao was standing in front of the window. When he saw Love, he bit his lower lip subconsciously and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

"It's getting late, don't do any more embroidery, just rest early."

There are many mosquitoes in summer. Eminem brought incense, lit it, put it in front of Love, and muttered: "This incense is not as good as the one the eldest lady used before, hey!"

Love knew that Amu felt sorry for her, so she pretended to agree and said that she knew. Amu helped her make the bed, and then went back to her room to rest.

His face was sad, and his tone of voice was also full of sadness that could not be concealed.

 When she was young, she did like him, very much, otherwise she would not be willing to be his concubine later.

Eminem patted Love's hand and said angrily: "No matter how you grow up, you will always be a child in my eyes."

Lan Tian frowned slightly: "It made my eyes dazzled, and I still don't quite understand how to pull out the last few stitches."

Sima Chao looked at her and said, "Do you hate me so much now?"

  Seventy-seven. Seventy-six. One hundred and seventy-nine. Two hundred and one

Luofu was a little surprised but also expected that she declined the money he ordered Yingfeng to send today. A person with such an arrogant temperament as Sima Chao would definitely be dissatisfied with her.    He will think that she is ignorant!

 After all, the two have known each other since childhood, and Love knew him very well.

“Then let’s go back and practice first.”

"It's so late, what do you want from me?" After all, it was Love who spoke first.

It is true that Sima Chao likes her, but what he cares more about is his future, and what he likes more is winning this beautiful country.

“Afu, why are we like this?”

A smile appeared on Eminem's face and he replied: "I was worried that the mosquito grass would smell too pungent when burned, so I added dried flower petals and mint to it, so as not to smoke the lady."

Love walked skillfully with an embroidery needle in her hand. She glanced sideways at Amu and said with a smile: "Amu must always compare with the past. I am not a person who cannot endure hardships."

 Lan Tian has a straightforward temper, Yu Nuan is gentle and delicate, and Nu Hong is more enlightened than Lan Tian. She poked Lan Tian and said cheerfully: "I understand, I will teach you later."

Sima Chao stretched out his hand to hold the window and said hurriedly: "Don't be angry, I still have something to say."

Love slowed down the movement of the embroidery needle, turned around and asked Lantian Yunuan: "This technique is called 'disc needle'. Do you two understand the movement of this needle and thread?"

Amu warned: "Don't follow me to lay the paving tomorrow. It's enough to have Lantian Yunuan help me. You should sleep more."

Love didn't want to talk to him anymore. In Sima Chao's heart, she should be content if he could give her a rich life. He didn't understand at all, or didn't want to understand what she really wanted and wanted.

"I don't need you to judge the life I want to live. If it's okay, just leave quickly. I'm going to sleep."

"I!"

Love stopped the sewing in her hand, took Eminem's hand and said, "Amu always takes care of me. I have grown up, and it is my turn to take care of Eminem from now on."

Love nodded and said, "I have to get up early tomorrow, so Eminem should go to bed early."

 Sure enough, she knew he would be angry about this.

As she spoke, she raised her hand to close the window.

When Sima Chao heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, he stretched his head and glanced into the room, and then sneered: "Are you just relying on you to work day and night? During the day, you go to the market to cook for those three-sects, and at night What do you think about staying up late here to make embroidery and sell it?"

His shoulders undulated slightly, and he suppressed his anger: "You can't live without good clothes and food, and you come here to suffer? Are you crazy?"

If he were a bad person, he would definitely not knock on the window to signal him.

Love turned her head sideways, sneered, and replied: "At this point, what use are you talking about?"

“Sima Chao, I am the daughter of a guilty minister. You have your own ambitions. We are destined to never be together in this life.”

"Let's go." She took advantage of his daze, suddenly closed the window, and locked the window tightly from the inside.